Quin was not late on purpose. Well, he rarely was, but he was a bit of a scatterbrain and after dropping the cocoa and treats off earlier in the day, he'd had every intention of just cleaning up the shop and heading over as straight as they'd closed. Naturally things never quite seemed to work out the way he thought they would and he had lost track of everything. Fortunately the girls were more than happy to close up for him, knowing where he was supposed to be off to. He needed to clean up, get the flour off of him and make sure he wasn't a complete disaster either. Quin had set his mind on speaking to Mr. Potts this evening, to well, declare his intentions for Dahlia, but he wasn't off to a great start.

Fortunately he had another arm full of sweets to arrive with to help ease him into the door, but as he had been let in by one of that staff, he had asked after the family patriarch and been directed to a workshop in the basement. Naturally. As intriguing as that had been, he didn't get to do much with it, as his conversation with Mr. Potts had been fairly brief, but productive, as they had come to a tentative agreement, based on what Dahlia had to say on the matter of course. They hadn't strictly discussed it, but he thought they were on the same page.

After giving himself a moment to collect his thoughts, Quin was decidedly lighter in step as he shrugged out of his overcoat and joined the party. He was largely unfamiliar with most of the family, save for Mrs. Potts and Miss Daffodil, as he did most of their joined business ventures with them, but he was fairly adept at navigating such social gatherings without much fuss. It looked like most people were gathered in the parlor with the Christmas tree. His cocoa seemed to be a big hit, which was flattering, but he was far more interested in speaking with Dahlia for a moment. He spotted her chatting with a sister and gave her a smile and a wave, not wanting to interrupt.